I returned to the café du temps perdu
A day when nothing was going well
I was afraid of being disappointed but nothing had changed
Good evening friend, welcome
The boss recognized me, despite my notable costume
And as if she had been waiting for me, she had kept the same table for me
At the café lost time, I went when I was rich
All those little things that we don't care about when we have a storefront
At the café du temps perdu, I went to find the gang
br/>And the wild promises of an unfulfilled future
I loved this lost time, this freedom, these treasures, this absolute luxury
But life, of course, couldn't stand
That I ignore the beaten path
So, instead of a heart, she grafted a calculator into me
And this evening, with the dreamers, we are going to sing at the top of our lungs
At the café du temps perdu, I went when I was rich
Of all those little things that we don't care about when we have a storefront
At the café du temps perdu, I was going to find the gang
Who perked you up on demand every time you no longer believed in it
At the café du temps perdu, I went, to the café wasted time, I was going.